I just saw the film Goldmember, the latest Austin Powers "comedy" . People throughout the cinema were laughing all the way through. But I wasn't, fellow travellers. He didn't even get a chuckle from me! It was probably the most appallingly racist, sexist, and right-wing film since Triumph of the Will.
Firstly there was the title: "Goldmember". Can you get any more phallocentric and capitalist! Myers is saying, "I love my peenie. My peenie is valuable. My peenie is the most valuable thing in the world!" And no one complains. I mean there were women in the audience, just falling about. What's going on?
Then of course there is the relentless abuse of the actor playing Mini-me. Considering that dwarf-tossing has just been banned in Europe, it is truly appalling that such a disempowering representatiuon of the vertically challenged -- he is after all, the clone of Dr Evil -- be shown on our film screens. Myers himself may argue that it's a celebratory characterization. But if this was the intention, then the realization falls very short indeed.
The film is also appallingly racist and sexist. In this film Power's sidekick is "Foxy Cleopatra", played by the African American singer Beyonce Knowles. At least she's not anglo, as she was in the last two films. But poor Beyonce has to endure being the butt of Myers' inane gags, and never once gets to say anything remotely radical about slavery, sexism, or American corporatist hegemony. If Myers was to cast a black woman, then why not bell hooks? Clearly Myers is terrified of women in general, and black women in particular. I mean, look at the poster. It speaks for itself, don't you think?
Then there are the famous (and very prominent) Powers teeth. Obviously there is a direct racial connotation -- teeth are white, after all. But there's another layer of meaning there that's even more ominous. They are clearly a sinister metaphor for the growing bellicosity of Britain as a nation, led by the now completely disgraced former fellow traveller Tony Blair.
You may remember Powers' ominous line in the first film: "We won the war, but we lost the teeth." This clearly equates militarism with dentistry, implying that if the British can defend Europe with decaying teeth, surely they are far more powerful when their fangs are immaculate. So, when Powers' dirty, crooked seventies' teeth are renewed to shiny straightness in the noughties, the message is clear: Britain is on the march, determined to build a new Empire! And who with? The Americans of course. For the Great Un-loofahed the gum gags bring on gales of hilarity. But for the right-thinking (and left-leaning) there is no laughter; only disturbing echos of Maureen Dowd's searing image of lemon fizzes on the banks of the Euphrates.
I know I speak on behalf you all when I say, "Mike Myers, we are not amused. Not amused at all!"